*Author's Note: This story is based on true events. The bad haircut and the breast smoosh in the bathroom actually happened. The rest is my wishful thinking...although I did get a crack at my friend's brother years after that day, and he did not disappoint. Enjoy.
My friend's little brother caught my eye after a bad haircut. He came home and slunk in, mumbling about his hair to his older brother, Jason, my close friend, who I was visiting while on break from college. Jason and his younger brother, Joe, were tradesmen and attended their local community college, so I only saw Jason when I was home. Joe I had rarely seen, not since high school, but today I got a good look at him.
Someone had really screwed up his hair. I suppressed a giggle as I watched him trying to comb it into submission, but whoever cut it had done a number on his dark locks. It was no use.
"Need a professional?" I asked. Jason hooked a thumb in my direction. "Oh, yeah, dude, Kara took cosmetology in high school. She can totally fix that for you."
I nodded. "I can totally fix that for you."
He turned grateful chocolate eyes on me. "You can?"
"Yes." I told Jason to grab some scissors and meet us in the bathroom.
Their bathroom was tiny, to say the least. I had Joe sit on the toilet while I did my best to fix the butchery, which gave him an eyeful of my generous tits, a fact I realized after I caught him staring at them as if in a trance. I wasn't trying to put them in his face, but that's just where they wound up. Still, it was flattering – if predictable – that he was entranced by my breasts.
But he was so shy he barely made eye contact. He was difficult as hell to make conversation with, because he answered in such brief replies that I gave up after a few attempts and just worked, listening to the sounds of our breath, which was actually sexy as hell. It was particularly enjoyable when I "accidentally" brushed my cleavage across the side of his face. The hitch in his breath told me I'd accomplished tempting him.
I fixed his hair and he scurried out of the bathroom like a mouse, muttering thanks as he went. And I watched him go, noticing for the first time that he had certainly filled out nicely since I'd seen him last. He'd been barely eighteen and skinny as a rail when I'd last visited their apartment a year ago. Now he was definitely taller, a whole lot more muscular, and altogether more handsome.
I had to tell Jason that I'd pressed up against his brother in the bathroom. "That's more tit than that kid's ever had in his life," he hooted. "He's probably upstairs right now jerking it."
God, I hoped so.
Later in the week I returned. I knew full well that Jason was in class for another 45 minutes, but I pretended I'd gotten my days mixed up when Joe answered the door and managed to look me in the face long enough to tell me that Jason wouldn't be home for another hour or so. I asked if I could wait there, and he agreed, although I could see by his body language that he was nervous to be alone with me.
